He never did really move on from Rose.. Well, he still loved her dearly, but she was trapped on other universe.

The Doctor felt helpless. He had to move on from Rose, but he couldn't, everything around him still remembered him from Rose, and that hurt critically. He normally wore it off by creating his own fantasy with the gadgets and the adventures with other companions, but not this time.

Martha Jones, just like Rose.. She was his next companion, and not like he didn't like her nor anything, it was just that he couldn't help but feel like he was with Rose once again.. Everything was just like that. After several adventures, he ended up seeing Martha as someone more, not just a "Purple Flower", no, just like Martha Jones. He had been better since that big step, that was until he meet you.

It was a rainy day, and not like he had an umbrella nor anything. Martha was on the TARDIS, resting, while the Doctor was out for provisions and stuff for Martha.. And well, and umbrella would've nice too. He was walking with a quick pace through the streets, until he bumped into you.. As soon as he composed himself from the rainy floor, you quickly apologized and offered your hand.. You were an exact copy of her, only that.. You were not her. At the eyes of the Doctor, Her beautiful hair now relied on your head, and her expressive eyes were plastered on you too.. It was just like if he got her back.

' Rose...? '

He muttered under his breath. His pretty brown spiky hair was soaked into the rain, as his pants and lower part of the body were now wet by the water that relied in the floor. He had fell in love with her once.. And now he fell fo you, almost instantly.